Killer Love

CHAPTER 25

For the next week, Wyatt came by every day after work, sometimes bringing food or a snack he picked up on the way. It was honestly super sweet of him, since Cassidy had elected to not leave her apartment.

Two days after the press conference, she thought it would be a good idea to head the grocery to get a few baking essentials. She had even grabbed a hat to cover her face and wore all black clothing. But before she could reach outside her building, she saw them. The reporters lining the block, just waiting for her to come out.

She had hightailed it back to her apartment and decided she could do without the flour and sugar she needed to complete the cake she had been baking.

Wyatt had called later that evening to ask what she wanted to eat.

"You're coming by again?" she had asked surprised.

"You don't want me to?" he asked apprehensively.

"That's not what I meant," she said quickly.

It honestly wasn't. She was just surprised. He had already come by the day before with dinner again, this time McDonalds.

"I'm feeling for Chinese."

"Okay. Chinese it is. Is there anything else you need?"

"Actually, there is. I wanted to get some stuff from the grocery earlier but when I went downstairs, there were reporters," she said sadly.

"Send me a list of what you need," was all Wyatt said.

So, that night he turned up with dinner and groceries. Cassidy would have asked her parents, but she didn't want to subject them to the media onslaught.

Wyatt had gotten her a new number, so she was able to talk to her parents. Martha said that reporters had come to the house to find out more about Cassidy's adoption. They wanted to know if her parents knew about Rose and had they ever met her. After her father had threatened to sue the next person who stepped on his property, the reporters had left them alone.

Cassidy was truly sorry her parents were feeling the aftershocks of this as well. She didn't think reporters would hound them with questions. It wasn't like they had ever met Rose. Why would reporters think her parents knew something?

Tonight, Wyatt had shown up with a home cooked meal.

"Did you cook?" she asked him surprised, as he laid out the dishes on the dining table.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She laughed.

"Of course, you didn't. Whose food did you steal?"

He glared at her.

"For your information, I did not steal anyone's food. I am a police officer."

"Okay so no stealing. Where'd you get it from them?"

"My brother," he answered, going to the cabinet to grab plates.

He was so at home in her kitchen, it took her by surprise for a minute. He hadn't even asked where the plates were; he had just known.

"He cooked us dinner?" Cassidy queried.

"Truthfully, he cooked it for you. I'm just stealing some because there's no way you can finish that entire lasagna by yourself."

She was stunned for a moment. His brother had cooked for her?

"Your brother cooked for me?" she asked, voicing her thoughts.

Wyatt smiled at her. He deposited the drinks in his hand on the table and then took a seat.

"He's been asking me to have dinner with him for a few days actually," he answered sheepishly.